Misfortune falls SHORT STORY

          Andrew has always had terrible luck. From minor things such as tripping over his own two feet to even worse luck.... like that one time when he was on the yearbook committee and was taking photos of the spring play when he forgot to turn off the flash on the camera and accidentally blinding Little Suzie, causing her to stumble backwards onto the set, destroying the background and knocking over the majority of the props. Terrible luck.           One morning Andrew was walking to school when he saw an elderly man waiting for the light to change so he could cross. Andrew took a minute out of his day and helped the old man across. The man smiled graciously to Andrew and before he left he whispered something in his ear."Your life is shrouded in misfortune,nevertheless you help others with a good will.          By preforming actions the superstitious wouldreject you reverse your fortune."And with that, the man walked away without another word.           

          Andrew thought that was rather odd but he continued on his way to school.

          A few hours later Andrew came home and went into his bathroom to change out of his school clothes. "I wonder what that old man meant." he thought to himself. Suddenly he had an idea.           He grabbed a compact mirror and went to the backyard so his parents and neighbors couldn't question him. Then he threw the mirror sharply on the ground, shattering it at once. While he was cleaning up the mess he made he said to himself, "I wonder if this will really change my luck. Guess I'll find out tomorrow." T          he next day Andrew woke up feeling better than ever. He was sure that his day was going to be fantastic. And with that said Andrew went on with his day like never before...

Short stories

 

1. A BOY AND GIRL- TRUE LOVE STORY
2. John - lonely trash bin - short stories
3. Misfortune falls SHORT STORY
4. The room in my house - Short stories

A BOY AND GIRL- TRUE LOVE STORIE

A BOY AND GIRL- THE TRUE LOVE STORI

One night a girl and a boy were sitting in a parked car, in complete silence.
Both of them stayed quiet for a while, until the girl gave him a piece of paper, but before the boy decided to read it what was on it, he told the girl that he was going to leave her.Suddenly, out of nowhere, a speeding drunk driver collided with their car.
The boy was devastated the whole way to the hospital. Every time he glanced at her, laying down on the stretcher in the ambulance, bloodied and unconscious, he thought to himself, "It's all my fault. Why. Why. Why?"
The boy had only suffered minor injuries. But what his heart felt at that moment said otherwise. "Is this what heartbreak feels like?", he said to himself staring at the hospital lights.
Later that day, the boy heard the news. That the girl had died. He rushed into her hospital room and collapsed onto his knees. "Why am I still alive? You were always there for me. Always. Oh please. Come back." He said this so quietly, so softly so only she could hear him. He began to sob. "I miss you."
When he had started to calm down a hour later, he got up from his seat on the floor. A loud crinkling noise came from his front pocket. When he dug into his pocket for it he remembered the piece of paper that she had given him prior the crash. He slowly and carefully unfolded it. He quickly read what was on it and covered his mouth in shock.
One tear. Two tears. Three tears.
A choked sob. Even more tears.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
On the piece of paper, it said,"If you ever leave me I'll die. I love you."

BY

RVAKR

The room in my house - Short stories

          The room in my house had always been off limits. The room downstairs. The room with the large wood door and the steel padlock that only my dad has the key to.

 

          I've always been fond of human anatomy. My dad taught me about it. He's a surgeon, so naturally, he'd want me to follow in his footsteps.

          I'm not allowed to go in the room in the basement. Especially when he's working. I get scared when he works.

                     Because I don't want to be dads next test subject.

John - lonely trash bin - short stories

John - lonely trash bin - short stories

         Once upon a time there was a lonely trash bin. His name was John. 

        John was very lonely because he always stays alone at home with no one to speak to. 

But one faithful day, the landlord of the building where John stayed at decided that today was the day to add two new trash cans next to John. 

         The green trash bin was named Susan. She was a recycle bin for all the papers to be reused. She was a hero to all the trees to the world!

        And the blue trash bin's name was Paul. Paul was used to store glass bottles! He was very important to the environment.

When John had first met Susan and Paul he was the HAPPIEST trash bin in the world! He had never experienced this feeling in his whole life. He stayed up all day and night talking to Susan and Paul, trying to get to know them better. I mean, it's the only thing John could do! 

       John, Susan, and Paul quickly became the best of friends. They were always together. Rain and shine, hail and sleet, always. 

      But one warm afternoon, something terrible happened. John had discovered a tiny crack on the rim of his trash bin. Susan and Paul freaked out! But John had told them that everything would be alright. That he wasn't going to go anywhere. 

Little did he know...

        John woke up with a jolt of pain on his right side. He turned to that side to see what was wrong. What he found was beyond terrifying. He found a split on his can. It went from the very top of his trash can to the very bottom of his trash can. It had hurt so bad. The contents, all his trash, had begun to spill out. 

He quickly woke Susan and Paul. He showed them what was wrong and it wasn't long before all three had begun sobbing. 

The pain John was experiencing was so intense he could barely breathe. He knew he was dying. 

       John uttered his last words to Susan and Paul, smiled, and closed his eyes.... 

Paul, who never cried, shed his tears. One by one they trickled down his face and down his chin. He let out a sob and another. He replayed John's last words over and over again in his mind. 

"Thank you for being my friend." 

by
     RVAKR